Remy slowly came to and raised his head off the floor, groaning as he fell
back and then painfully rolled over and rose to all fours and reached for
his Bo staff, finding it was gone. Immediately Remy's eyes snapped into
focus and he cleared his mind, looking all over for his weapon but not
finding it. Then he reached a hand to his coat pockets and found they were
all turned inside out, both the pack of smokes and the pack of cards he
usually carried gone.
"Ugh," he said, falling back over, his head aching. Hype, he thought, must have knocked him out and then taken his things. Some thief he was, getting robbed that easily. Of course his father would laugh and then get Professor Xavier to find Hype, and take Remy with him to go find Hype and either get her to join the X Men or rob her back, depending on how cooperative she was.
After a moment Remy got to his feet and slowly walked down the seven flights of stair and into the parking area, finding his motorcycle, at least, was still there and the keys in his back pocket. Climbing on slowly he put the keys in the ignition and then drove off, calmly making his way through traffic and then thinking about the kid. A midget high school teen had robbed him. It made even him smile.
A few people stopped cold when they saw Remy drive by, and he realized he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. How careless of him, he thought grimly. His father would not be very happy with him for forgetting to cover his eyes in public. But as he reached for the glasses in his pocket he found they were also missing. So all he had were his clothes and his bike, great.
Finally he went beyond Westchester and then saw the mansion in front of him, pulling into the garage and getting off his bike, still suffering from a serious headache.
"Remy? Is that you?" a purple furred woman walked into the garage, a dish towel swung over her slender shoulders as she looked at Remy with large blue eyes. She was dressed in straight legged blue pants and a matching T- shirt. When she saw Remy she gasped and hurried over, putting her hands up to his face and lifting his chin. "What happened?" she demanded, getting a stern look on her face.
"Nut'ing," Remy said, shifting uncomfortably. "Jus'-"
"Remy Kurt LeBeau," said his mother, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't give me any of your excuses! You're as bad as your father. Were you attacked? Where are your- were you robbed?!"
"Robbed?" Remy said quickly, looking up. "Ma, I... yes."
"And they hit you? Was that why you were out all night? I knew it!" she said, looking paler and worried now. Then she looked at Remy's head again, not letting go of his chin. "You're bleeding, you'd better go down to Hank so he can make sure it's not infected or-"
"Ma!" Remy said, groaning and pulling away. "I gotta go see de professor n' report back!" Milana Wagner sighed and shook her head.
"You truly are your father's son," she said. Then she smiled and kissed Remy on the cheek. "Hurry and go tell the professor you're back, but then head straight down to Hank, do you understand?" Remy groaned good-naturedly and left, heading up in the elevator and reaching the right floor he stepped out and found Danial waiting to get on.
Groaning for real Remy turned his head to the right to hide his injury, walking off quickly. Unfortunately Danial, immediately upon seeing Remy, turned and followed, catching up, his red head looking as if it was on fire as it also stuck up in some areas, giving him a very disheveled appearance, the exact opposite of his perfectionist style.
"Hey Remy! You're back!" he said. "Wow, it took you all night to complete the assignment? What happened? Did you do any fighting? Was the guy even there?"
"Bonjur," Remy said through gritted teeth, reaching the professor's door and knocking and walking in, leaving Danial in the hall, the telepath knew he wouldn't be allowed in. Inside Remy came face to face with Danial's father, Scott Summers, and his own father already talking with Xavier, who sat behind his desk.
"Remy!" Remy Sr. said, grinning and standing up. "You were successful?" Remy nodded and tried to smile.
"Mr. Gallaway won't be bothren' no more muties," he said.
"What happened to your head?" Scott asked tersely from besides Xavier, noticing the cut that Remy's father was unable to see.
"What?" Remy Sr. said immediately, taking his son's chin in one hand and pushing it to one side, finding the cut and repeating Scott's question. Remy Jr. shrugged.
"Dere was a girl," he said. "After I finished, n' she talk wit me, an' when I try'n leave, she stuck 'er 'and in a socket n' den knocked me out, took my staff n' shades n' cards."
"You were robbed by another mutant?" Xavier said, looking interested. "Do you know who it was?"
"A fille," Remy replied. "An' she stuck 'er hand in an electric socket, then knocked me out faster den Quicksilver could."
"An' you didn't defend yourself?" his father said, crossing his arms.
"I tried," Remy muttered, looking down.
"Well, I think this may call for some investigation, if there is a new mutant in the area and we do not know her intentions," Xavier said. "What do you think Remy?"
"I t'ink my son needs t' watch his back when on a mission," Remy Sr. said, looking at his purple haired son, who remained motionless, looking at the floor. "An' he needs t' go see Hank."
"But-" Remy started.
"What did your mama say?" Remy Sr. said, arching an eyebrow.
"I'll go," his son sulked, then he turned and walked out of the room, only to be immediately flanked again by Danial.
"Hey, did you get in trouble for staying overnight?" Danial asked. "What's up with your head anyway?"
"Go 'way," Remy said moodily.
"You can't make me," Danial replied simply. "So what happened?"
"Nut'in," Remy said.
"Oh, you were robbed?" he asked. Remy whirled around, furiously grabbing Danial and pinning him to a wall.
"I don' member givin' ya permission t' read my mind, mes ami," he snarled. Danial stared at him with large eyes, his mouth working furiously.
"I- you- you were projecting," he said.
"Liar," Remy hissed. "I wasn't even t'inking 'bout it."
"What is going on?" Scott demanded, marching out of Xavier's office. "Remy, let Danial go, what happened?"
"He was readin' my mind," Remy said. Scott gave his son a stern look.
"Danial?"
"Sorry," Danial said, lowering his gaze. "I didn't mean to-"
"What have your mother and I told you about prying into other people's private thoughts?" Scott said.
"Not to." Remy hid a smile and walked away, knowing Danial was about to get the lecture all over again anyway. Stupid brat, he deserved it.
"Good morrow young Remy," Hank said, looking up as Remy walked through. "What brings you down to my humble realm of medicine and discovery?"
"Hey," Remy replied, then pointed at his forehead. Hank got up calmly and walked over, looking at it and then nodding.
"Of course, wait here sir Gambler, and I shall have you fit to go on your missions again in no time."
"Gambler," Remy repeated. "Firs' time in a while you call me dat, somethin' wrong?"
"No, of course not," Hank said immediately. Remy rolled his eyes.
"What is it?" he said.
"Nothing, junior LeBeau," Hank said, turning away.
"Fine den, I'll stay here till ya fess up," Remy said, jumping on a med table as Jean walked in, smiling at Remy.
"Oh, hello," she said. Remy smiled back at her. As much as he disliked her son, Jean Summers was a very nice lady, and he could understand why Logan had once had a crush on her.
"Bonjur," Remy said. "I t'ink you may know why de doc's acting ill?"
"He is?" Jean said. "That must be because-"
"Now here we are," Hank interrupted hastily. Remy arched an eyebrow as he came over and Jean hid a smile. As Hank cleaned up the cut Remy closed his eyes.
Jean? he projected.
Yes?
Why is de doc all flustered?
He's meeting a lady friend for coffee later.
"No!" Remy said, bursting out laughing and pulling away from Hank, who sighed and lowered the gauze and turned to look at Jean.
"Was it necessary to tell him that?" he asked. Jean smiled and shrugged.
"You wouldn't have gone out of the mansion without Logan knowing, and with him knowing it won't be long before the rest of them do too," the telepath said.
"Young LeBeau, would you mind suppressing your mirth for one moment?" Hank asked. Remy wiped the tears from his eyes and calmed down enough to look at Hank before he snorted, trying to hold back more laughter.
"'Pologies," he managed, gasping for air.
"You need to understand," Hank began but Remy cut him off.
"Don' tell no one, right?"
"I would be most thankful, I intended only Dr. Summers to know for now, but- "
"I'm sorry Hank, I really am," Jean said, trying not to smile as Remy giggled again.
"De lonely doc ain't so lonely now?" he said, nudging Hank's arm.
"She's just a friend, Remy," Hank said.
"You'd tell me dat de day you walk down de isle wit her," Remy snorted. Hank sighed.
"Well if it would cease your incessant teasing, I might," Hank said. Remy laughed again as Hank finished putting a bandage over his forehead.
"So how did the big mission go?" Jean asked as Remy started out the door. Remy paused and looked over his shoulder, his source of entertainment no longer funny as he thought of the confrontation with the bounty officer.
"Ask Danial," he said, then walked out.
"Hmm, I get the feeling his brave venture alone didn't go so well," Hank said thoughtfully.
"Perhaps," Jean said, then grinned. "But you need to focus on getting ready for your big date." Hank looked up in annoyance as she giggled.
"She's just a friend," he repeated.
"Ugh," he said, falling back over, his head aching. Hype, he thought, must have knocked him out and then taken his things. Some thief he was, getting robbed that easily. Of course his father would laugh and then get Professor Xavier to find Hype, and take Remy with him to go find Hype and either get her to join the X Men or rob her back, depending on how cooperative she was.
After a moment Remy got to his feet and slowly walked down the seven flights of stair and into the parking area, finding his motorcycle, at least, was still there and the keys in his back pocket. Climbing on slowly he put the keys in the ignition and then drove off, calmly making his way through traffic and then thinking about the kid. A midget high school teen had robbed him. It made even him smile.
A few people stopped cold when they saw Remy drive by, and he realized he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. How careless of him, he thought grimly. His father would not be very happy with him for forgetting to cover his eyes in public. But as he reached for the glasses in his pocket he found they were also missing. So all he had were his clothes and his bike, great.
Finally he went beyond Westchester and then saw the mansion in front of him, pulling into the garage and getting off his bike, still suffering from a serious headache.
"Remy? Is that you?" a purple furred woman walked into the garage, a dish towel swung over her slender shoulders as she looked at Remy with large blue eyes. She was dressed in straight legged blue pants and a matching T- shirt. When she saw Remy she gasped and hurried over, putting her hands up to his face and lifting his chin. "What happened?" she demanded, getting a stern look on her face.
"Nut'ing," Remy said, shifting uncomfortably. "Jus'-"
"Remy Kurt LeBeau," said his mother, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't give me any of your excuses! You're as bad as your father. Were you attacked? Where are your- were you robbed?!"
"Robbed?" Remy said quickly, looking up. "Ma, I... yes."
"And they hit you? Was that why you were out all night? I knew it!" she said, looking paler and worried now. Then she looked at Remy's head again, not letting go of his chin. "You're bleeding, you'd better go down to Hank so he can make sure it's not infected or-"
"Ma!" Remy said, groaning and pulling away. "I gotta go see de professor n' report back!" Milana Wagner sighed and shook her head.
"You truly are your father's son," she said. Then she smiled and kissed Remy on the cheek. "Hurry and go tell the professor you're back, but then head straight down to Hank, do you understand?" Remy groaned good-naturedly and left, heading up in the elevator and reaching the right floor he stepped out and found Danial waiting to get on.
Groaning for real Remy turned his head to the right to hide his injury, walking off quickly. Unfortunately Danial, immediately upon seeing Remy, turned and followed, catching up, his red head looking as if it was on fire as it also stuck up in some areas, giving him a very disheveled appearance, the exact opposite of his perfectionist style.
"Hey Remy! You're back!" he said. "Wow, it took you all night to complete the assignment? What happened? Did you do any fighting? Was the guy even there?"
"Bonjur," Remy said through gritted teeth, reaching the professor's door and knocking and walking in, leaving Danial in the hall, the telepath knew he wouldn't be allowed in. Inside Remy came face to face with Danial's father, Scott Summers, and his own father already talking with Xavier, who sat behind his desk.
"Remy!" Remy Sr. said, grinning and standing up. "You were successful?" Remy nodded and tried to smile.
"Mr. Gallaway won't be bothren' no more muties," he said.
"What happened to your head?" Scott asked tersely from besides Xavier, noticing the cut that Remy's father was unable to see.
"What?" Remy Sr. said immediately, taking his son's chin in one hand and pushing it to one side, finding the cut and repeating Scott's question. Remy Jr. shrugged.
"Dere was a girl," he said. "After I finished, n' she talk wit me, an' when I try'n leave, she stuck 'er 'and in a socket n' den knocked me out, took my staff n' shades n' cards."
"You were robbed by another mutant?" Xavier said, looking interested. "Do you know who it was?"
"A fille," Remy replied. "An' she stuck 'er hand in an electric socket, then knocked me out faster den Quicksilver could."
"An' you didn't defend yourself?" his father said, crossing his arms.
"I tried," Remy muttered, looking down.
"Well, I think this may call for some investigation, if there is a new mutant in the area and we do not know her intentions," Xavier said. "What do you think Remy?"
"I t'ink my son needs t' watch his back when on a mission," Remy Sr. said, looking at his purple haired son, who remained motionless, looking at the floor. "An' he needs t' go see Hank."
"But-" Remy started.
"What did your mama say?" Remy Sr. said, arching an eyebrow.
"I'll go," his son sulked, then he turned and walked out of the room, only to be immediately flanked again by Danial.
"Hey, did you get in trouble for staying overnight?" Danial asked. "What's up with your head anyway?"
"Go 'way," Remy said moodily.
"You can't make me," Danial replied simply. "So what happened?"
"Nut'in," Remy said.
"Oh, you were robbed?" he asked. Remy whirled around, furiously grabbing Danial and pinning him to a wall.
"I don' member givin' ya permission t' read my mind, mes ami," he snarled. Danial stared at him with large eyes, his mouth working furiously.
"I- you- you were projecting," he said.
"Liar," Remy hissed. "I wasn't even t'inking 'bout it."
"What is going on?" Scott demanded, marching out of Xavier's office. "Remy, let Danial go, what happened?"
"He was readin' my mind," Remy said. Scott gave his son a stern look.
"Danial?"
"Sorry," Danial said, lowering his gaze. "I didn't mean to-"
"What have your mother and I told you about prying into other people's private thoughts?" Scott said.
"Not to." Remy hid a smile and walked away, knowing Danial was about to get the lecture all over again anyway. Stupid brat, he deserved it.
"Good morrow young Remy," Hank said, looking up as Remy walked through. "What brings you down to my humble realm of medicine and discovery?"
"Hey," Remy replied, then pointed at his forehead. Hank got up calmly and walked over, looking at it and then nodding.
"Of course, wait here sir Gambler, and I shall have you fit to go on your missions again in no time."
"Gambler," Remy repeated. "Firs' time in a while you call me dat, somethin' wrong?"
"No, of course not," Hank said immediately. Remy rolled his eyes.
"What is it?" he said.
"Nothing, junior LeBeau," Hank said, turning away.
"Fine den, I'll stay here till ya fess up," Remy said, jumping on a med table as Jean walked in, smiling at Remy.
"Oh, hello," she said. Remy smiled back at her. As much as he disliked her son, Jean Summers was a very nice lady, and he could understand why Logan had once had a crush on her.
"Bonjur," Remy said. "I t'ink you may know why de doc's acting ill?"
"He is?" Jean said. "That must be because-"
"Now here we are," Hank interrupted hastily. Remy arched an eyebrow as he came over and Jean hid a smile. As Hank cleaned up the cut Remy closed his eyes.
Jean? he projected.
Yes?
Why is de doc all flustered?
He's meeting a lady friend for coffee later.
"No!" Remy said, bursting out laughing and pulling away from Hank, who sighed and lowered the gauze and turned to look at Jean.
"Was it necessary to tell him that?" he asked. Jean smiled and shrugged.
"You wouldn't have gone out of the mansion without Logan knowing, and with him knowing it won't be long before the rest of them do too," the telepath said.
"Young LeBeau, would you mind suppressing your mirth for one moment?" Hank asked. Remy wiped the tears from his eyes and calmed down enough to look at Hank before he snorted, trying to hold back more laughter.
"'Pologies," he managed, gasping for air.
"You need to understand," Hank began but Remy cut him off.
"Don' tell no one, right?"
"I would be most thankful, I intended only Dr. Summers to know for now, but- "
"I'm sorry Hank, I really am," Jean said, trying not to smile as Remy giggled again.
"De lonely doc ain't so lonely now?" he said, nudging Hank's arm.
"She's just a friend, Remy," Hank said.
"You'd tell me dat de day you walk down de isle wit her," Remy snorted. Hank sighed.
"Well if it would cease your incessant teasing, I might," Hank said. Remy laughed again as Hank finished putting a bandage over his forehead.
"So how did the big mission go?" Jean asked as Remy started out the door. Remy paused and looked over his shoulder, his source of entertainment no longer funny as he thought of the confrontation with the bounty officer.
"Ask Danial," he said, then walked out.
"Hmm, I get the feeling his brave venture alone didn't go so well," Hank said thoughtfully.
"Perhaps," Jean said, then grinned. "But you need to focus on getting ready for your big date." Hank looked up in annoyance as she giggled.
"She's just a friend," he repeated.